I'd have to eat and exercise like a maniac to gain any weight. And even if I do it's ridiculously hard to keep it.

Same

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I wouldn't worry about it unless it happens again. if it does, it's just a matter of talking to your doctor about some pill to regulate your chemical (I forget which one triggers those) so your brain doesn't go into "fight or flight" mode without cause.

Panic attacks are more common among people than you'd think. Tell a doctor. Though I don't believe you will get any medicine for it, you will just be told how to pull through it and avoid getting more.

One of my university lecturers told us he had panic attacks. Though he got so familiar with them over years that you wouldn't even notice. He'd just go silent for a few seconds and take a few breaths and go on.

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After thoroughly discussing the "white outs" that happen to me with my therapist and a neurologist over the phone I have discovered that I apparently suffer from absence seizures.

After I had a head injury at the age of 2 my parents were informed to watch out for any seizures. They like many people were completely unaware that what I was doing was having seizures, especially since when one hears the term seizure they typically picture a person convulsing or something like that.

So there's that....

I'm actually freaking the fuck out right now.

But on the plus side I have an actual explanation for my consecutive headaches that I barely notice anymore and my aversion to loud noises, consistent or otherwise.

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."